<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421179" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Holy Baptism</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is it mothers learn their love? -<br> In every Church a fountain springs<br> O'er which th' Eternal Dove<br> Hovers out softest wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What sparkles in that lucid flood<br> Is water, by gross mortals eyed:<br> But seen by Faith, 'tis blood<br> Out of a dear Friend's side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A few calm words of faith and prayer,<br> A few bright drops of holy dew,<br> Shall work a wonder there<br> Earth's charmers never knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O happy arms, where cradled lies,<br> And ready for the Lord's embrace,<br> That precious sacrifice,<br> The darling of His grace!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blest eyes, that see the smiling gleam<br> Upon the slumbering features glow,<br> When the life-giving stream<br> Touches the tender brow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or when the holy cross is signed,<br> And the young soldier duly sworn,<br> With true and fearless mind<br> To serve the Virgin-born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But happiest ye, who sealed and blest<br> Back to your arms your treasure take,<br> With Jesus' mark impressed<br> To nurse for Jesus' sake:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To whom--as if in hallowed air<br> Ye knelt before some awful shrine -<br> His innocent gestures wear<br> A meaning half divine:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By whom Love's daily touch is seen<br> In strengthening form and freshening hue,<br> In the fixed brow serene,<br> The deep yet eager view. -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who taught thy pure and even breath<br> To come and go with such sweet grace?<br> Whence thy reposing Faith,<br> Though in our frail embrace?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O tender gem, and full of Heaven!<br> Not in the twilight stars on high,<br> Not in moist flowers at even<br> See we our God so nigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet one, make haste and know Him too,<br> Thine own adopting Father love,<br> That like thine earliest dew<br> Thy dying sweets may prove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Keble">John Keble</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421179" data-title="Holy Baptism de John Keble" data-description="Where is it mothers learn their love? - In every Church a fountain springs O'er which th' Eternal Dove Hovers out softest wings. What sparkles in that lucid flood Is water, by gross mortals eyed: But seen by Faith, 'tis blood Out of a dear ..."></div> </div> </div>

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